Sitting on a lace carpet
Poking buttons to spell out my existence
This headache persists
Waiting for someone
To knock down my door
Staring at a ceiling of shadows
This song does not reply
To my mind messages
Turning on a light
Staring at books of information
It’s too bright in here
There’s so much to do
There’s so much—
Poking buttons to spell out my existence
This headache persists
Waiting for someone
To knock down my door
Staring at a ceiling of shadows
This song does not reply
To my mind messages
Turning on a light
Staring at books of information
It’s too bright in here
There’s so much to do
There’s so much—
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